I hate this part of writing a book. I’ve screwed up. The point at which I’ve screwed up is pretty clear to me, and a fair distance back now. Most of what I’ve written can (probably) be used anyway, at least in concept. I just have to get stuff rewritten back there and rearrange everything. In essence, the synopsis had a better idea, but the story offered an easier path, and… …look, by now I should know better than to take the easier path. It’s just, y’know, every time, I…
Tag: writing
gah.
I just had one of those “Oh god, I’ve lost it all,” moments, when my writing computer sort of took a breath on start-up, and quietly shut down again. It booted properly the second time–and, in fact, I’d have lost maybe two chapters of work at most anyway–but you can bet your sweet tush that I have made a backup of Nook and stored it in two, soon to be three, different locations. *heart palpitations* Ted got up at 8. I thought I’d rolled over and he’d come back upstairs…
a somewhat schizophrenic entry
/Pádraig rang this morning to let us know our friend /Frank Darcy died early today, which was not surprising news, but which was very sad to hear indeed. I’d spoken with his brother on Monday, after texting Frank, and had been told he’d slipped into a deep coma from which he was not expected to awaken, so … yeah. Not surprising, but very sad. We expect we’ll go into Dublin Friday morning for the funeral mass (I think probably it’s fairly traditional for the Irish to attend the removal, as…
early morning blog entry
This is my early morning “warm up the fingers before I start the real writing” blog entry, where “early morning” means about 9:30, which really isn’t very early at all. And it won’t be posted until sometime tonight when I go over to my parents’ house to use their internets. Not the point. *squinchy face* It boggles my little mind in a turrible way that today is the first of July, and the second half of the year has begun. It’s been an extremely chaotic half-year, and I wouldn’t mind…
idle thoughts
Marith made a comment yesterday about fish not noticing water, with regards to me and how much/what I do. I tend to think if I can do it, it must not be all that impressive, really, and that anybody can do it. I’ve been thinking about that the last couple days in the context of writing music. No, I haven’t begun writing music. I haven’t got the foggiest idea how, not music nor lyrics. Instead I boggle at how musicians can evoke emotion and tell stories in three minutes with…